I was into more unique names, but my husband was having none of it. Hannah goes to school with a million other Hannah’s (I don’t know how that happened, because it’s like there is some national consciousness where everyone names their daughter the same thing the same year.)

Hannah’s are mostly just around her age. Not older. Some younger. It’s weird.

Matthew is traditional.

Ian – there are no other “Ian’s” in his school. Ethan we do hear more often, but again – it’s just kids HIS age.

It’s weird.

Erin is traditional, so again not really terribly common for her age.

I know I didn’t search any “popular” lists to pick out my kids’ names.

Huh. Friend of mine works in construction and husband is PISSED because he was lied to about a job. Seems he’s working on a Mosque (he pours concrete) despite asking them repeatedly if it was one. They’ve given him two different names for the company, etc.

Crap, the local radio guy hasn’t updated his page yet. He had on his Thursday guest, who had broken down which counties voted for Romney and by how much. Surprisingly, two of what I consider the wealthiest, voted for him in the 70th percentages.
AND he was telling about how one of the counties had a deer kill and the bleeding hearts were out there having candlelight vigils for them. Same folks not too long ago, would capture and sterilize the deer and release them. $1500 a pop. And some would go off to get creamed on the highway.

You know what I hate? Those dumb ass, fat women in target with poorly raised children who loudly call out their children’s names to “get their attention.” You know those names they think are so original. They expect you to say something like, “Oh, I love that name, how original!”

1. My hand-tinted pinhole camera photograph of LauraW’s hump. It’s the only thing that makes its 99¢ Aaron Brothers picture frame look classy.
2. The galvanized ten-gallon tub from Salvation Army. Without it I would have no place for ice and beer, or feet and Epsom salts.
3. Pat Metheny’s cover album of Alvin and the Chipmunks’ Christmas songs.
4. The lotion in the basket.

So, I got a union guy in my house working on the phone system. Nice guy, and a smart tech, with Cisco certification and everything.

He was incredulous when I mentioned that I thought global warming was not science. He said he mostly believes what the majority accepts, and they accept global warming as a fact.

So I ‘splained to him how CO2 actually affects the earth’s energy budget in the troposphere of the tropic zones, that the “water vapor feedback loop” has turned out to be a myth, and CO2 is not a significant factor but a political agenda.

He said, then how come the ice caps are melting.

So I ‘splained to him that the Antarctic ice is actually growing, and the Arctic ice cap is being warmed by superheated water trapped under the cap from unexpected volcanic activity.

He looked dubious. Had never heard of this before.

So I googled an article about the findings of the Woods Hole Oceanagraphic Institute regarding the surprise activity along the Gakkel Ridge, which stretches from Greenland to Siberia on the Arctic Ocean floor. I handed him the article and suggested he think about why the MSM isn’t reporting this.

Didn’t I recently read a story about a first grader suspended for doing just that? We have to coach our 3rd grader about things that are OK to do at home and things he can’t do at school. He raids my discarded gun publications for fun and asked for camp clothes for Christmas. His dad (deceased) was a good deer hunter…seems to have not skipped a generation.

Mare’s Musings

February 18, 2018

I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?